Bump Dat $hit! Lyrics

If you really hardcore you need to bump that shit

It's the funktastic in the trunk that's it

When your drunk and pissed goin' fast in your whip

And your tired of going out like a punk ass bitch

You need to bump that shit with your cousins and kids

Cuz when you were on that thug tip you wasn't that hip

And you ain't that different just another cat trippin'

You still mad that I just wasn't that smitten

And no cap, Ho's lack class and wisdom

That's why I left yo ass in the past with your snatch drippin'

I played a simple beat but you couldn't catch the rhythm

I guess you're more attracted to making bad decisionz

You need to bump that shit in the trunk, that's it

And if you on Jerry Springer need to dump that chick

When your drunk and pissed goin' fast in your whip

And your tired of going out like a punk ass bitch

You need to bump that shit with your cousins and kids

Cuz when you were on that thug tip you wasn't that hip

And you ain't that different just another cat trippin'

You still mad that you were never this gifted

I roamed around the world while you had panic attacks

And had the manuscripts for thousands of hits in my backpack

Encountered artists that seemed purely supernatural once they got out of their own way

And channeled something mystical, magical, Invisible and actual

But first you must let go of your self which sounds impractical

No fear here I don't fear the reaper or the bastards

Cuz I got a good woman and she treats me like her master

And my heaven is her here flow 100 songs a year

It's all calm and clear I said gone with the beer

Got her thong on my face I'm in a really bomb space

It's my enlightenment stage while your minds in a haze

I'm kinda blue kinda Jew and kinda blazed

But some of you went to far and find ya mind erased

So come to my place if you wanna find a taste

I ain't got time to waste fighting with fakes

If we really hardcore we need to bump that shit

It's the funktastic in the trunk that's it

When we're drunk and pissed goin crunk in our whips

And we Tokyo drift into a punk ass ditch

we need to dump that whip

For your cousins and kids cuz when we were on that thug tip we wasn't that hip

And we ain't that different we've been pimped by politicians

We are not insurgents it's just different religions

You're not getting a piece of me at any difficulty

For all the things that I did already which shoulda killed me

Were simply built differently, none of y'all can feel me

Your whole story is filled with wicked inconsistencies

Like shooting bullets at your grave I put holes in you plot

As you pose for hoes my flows show your soul is lost

And I just can't get down with Hamas or the Zionists

I'm just sitting back in shock like how many going to die in this

I feel I should do something besides sitting back and waiting for it

I'm on the bus but just wish somebody would take it forward

A pattern forms and the design is death

They'll shoot you down while you were trying to confess

And it will happen time again until there's no time left

Cuz not everyone in these messed up modern times is blessed

And I'm kinda mad, kinda sad, kinda stressed that we can't all find enlightenment and timelessness

But I accepted the calm days, as well as the hectic

I embrace the sting of antiseptic when infected

I hold to love and truth and will remain in loyalty

To my queen because she made me royalty

And the same way she spoil me my lady will be spoiled

Till the day they bury our bodies below the soil In Oroville

Resting in peace

But still our love will not cease

We will reunite in the garden with our roots and seeds

En SH'ALLAH!

AMIN